Doorway Revelations (A Doctor Who Story)

The Shadow Proclamation sets a bounty hunter after The Doctor for his refusal to lead them into war against the Daleks (Journey’s End.) Rose is left once again in a parallel universe cut off, but not alone. The Meta-Crisis (Cloned) version of The Doctor is left in her care. If he is The Doctor how long can a free spirit, a champion of the stars, the on coming storm be bound to the Earth? Who is left to represent Gallifrey?

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After much deliberation the deed was named treason and the
traveler deemed guilty. This particular traveler was especially
elusive. The hunter was chosen, Khankiurdon of the Reaper
Class. Khankirudon only ever hunted. Its soul conviction was:
Life without pursuit and capture is life wasted. This belief
was so bred in that between summons it laid dormant, frozen in
Coobrika Diamond. A millennium passed since its last conjure
before the Shadow Proclamation. The order had been given to
reclaim the traveler. The traveler's scent was pungent
everywhere. Khankiurdon traced vernal auras back to the Medusa
Cascade. Kiurdon sensed an odd flux in that region. "There used
to be planets here." It hissed. It took deeps gulps of space to
refresh its track. Kiurdon flew faster then any creature. It
was faster than sound or light or darkness. Within a blink of
the eye Khankiurdon was almost to the Milky Way. The scent was
freshest here.

Kiurdon had all but caught up with the traveler. The ship was
in sight. It tumbled erratically with only a few hundred light
years separating the hunter and prey. Kiurdon slowed. It waited
several clicks behind. For many days they engaged in a secret
ballet of follow and hide. They bounced from one nebula to
another. The ship landed finally on a random third planet in
the heliocentric system. She was an echo of a dead race, an
alien to this world, but could easily blend in without
question. The traveler stepped out from the ship like so many
times before, impaired momentarily with over powering light.
The wind carried a faint strawberry scent, and as with all
simple pleasures, it made her smile ingenuously. An angular
cloaked figure, two times as tall as her, floated inches off
the ground within arms distance. The creature stared at the
startled alien, tightening its grip on an intimidating scythe.
The reaper had no eyes, merely sockets. There were no lips,
merely crackled gray skin where it met gum and teeth. The
traveler collected herself. Strange creatures in strange lands
were becoming the norm, but some things still shocked her. She
promised to work on that.

"Hello, excuse me, I didn't mean to stare. I think I'm in the
wrong place." She shot her ship a disappointed look, as though
to say like so many times before. Inside a blink
Khankiurdon was inches from her face. At this vantage the
reaper could detect dual heart beats. It inhaled deeply through
special glands embedded in its palm. It drank in her psychic
signature. She felt a strong pull towards the creature as
though the wind were at her back. The invisible force drew them
closer. She was saturated with the scent the Shadow
Proclamation had condemned.

"You are the defector. You will be punished." Its voice was
low, nearly above a whisper and hissed from an ungodly realm.

"Sorry?" The girl backed up to the ship.

"You are being charged with abandonment at time of war by the
Shadow Proclamation. You will be imprisoned indefinitely."
Kiurdon held the scythe sideways.

"I'm just looking for someone." It jabbed the girl across her
stomach with the scythe's grip. She stumbled backwards into her
ship. The door locked. She desperately turned the engines, but
they refused to fire. The Reaper phased through the ship as a
wraith would. "Don't do this!" She protested. "There's been a
mistake." Kiurdon descended on her. "Noooo!"